black hoodie⇉wonha

xii.

eunha's p.o.v

it's another boring, dreary fucking monday.

walking into school seeing all my schoolmates looking like zombies made me chuckle quietly.

just when i thought things couldn't get any worse, the school's heartthrob boys decided to bless me with their presence.

"i'm not in the mood for this, jungkook. what do you want?" i asked, highly annoyed.

he laughed quietly and shook his head.

to my surprise he said, "i was hoping you knew where sojung is."

my face unconsciously scrunched up in disgust.

"even if i did, i wouldn't be giving you her whereabouts." i said, almost falling asleep at his irrelevancy.

he smirked slightly as he took a step towards me.

"are you jealous? or are you gay?" that caught me off guard.

i stood there frozen, looking at him.

"if i was, would there be an issue, jeon?" i asked aggressively.

"well, if you're interested in sojung, then yes." he said as if he had the right to.

i gritted my teeth and rolled my eyes.

"as far as you're concerned, she's as good as mine at this point so i suggest you back off." i countered smuggly.

he scoffed and raised his hand to me like he was about to hit me.

my natural instinct was to flinch.

thank god the bell saved me but i realized i was late for class.

him and his squad of assholes laughed as they walked away.

"god, if only jackson was here to wipe that nasty look off his face." i mumbled to myself as i walked to class.

jackson was my best friend, more like bodyguard, in high school but we went to different colleges so we fell off.

i arrived at my classroom door but instead of going in, i stood by the entrance.

i didn't want to be lectured by the teacher for being late because i was already pissed off.

taking a deep breath to ready myself for the embarrassment of all eyes on me, i opened the door and just like i imagined, everyone was staring at me.

it made my skin crawl, all the attention and acknowledgement.

"you're late, miss jung." my teacher's booming voice made it to every corner of the room.

feeling bold, i smirked to myself.

"way to state the obvious, taemin." i said as i walked to my seat.

the class snickered quietly as the teacher furrowed his eyebrows.

"i beg your pardon?" he seemed quite shocked that his quiet student was talking back.

"then beg." i said, rolling my eyes.

i looked back and saw a look of shock on sana's, jihyo's and yerin's face.

the teacher was fuming.

his face was red and his hand clutched whatever was in it tightly.

hell, i'd be mad if my student had the whole class laughing at me, too.

in all this commotion, i hadn't realised sowon's seat was empty.

"jung eunbi! get out of my class this instant! go to the office!" he yelled and pointed at the door.